Mahariel's long exposure to the Taint leaves her forever changed, the Darkspawn whispering in her mind night and day. Alistair attempts to reconcile the more troublesome parts of his identity with his desire to fade into the background. Morrigan finds herself in the mortifying predicament of caring about them both.
An account of the Fifth Blight, featuring three queer disasters with intimacy issues and an uncomfortable awareness of their own mortality. Will likely be high on body horror.
‘Then suddenly you’re left all alone with your body that can’t love you and your will that can’t save you. But now, like a whispering in dark streets, rumours of God run through your dark blood.’
— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy, ‘Du, gestern Knabe, dem die Wirrnis kam’.
‘Nobody fears the height / you all just fear the fall / go to the edge some time / and prove your body wrong.’
— Dessa, ‘The Crow’.
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